Tonight, I doth dare to get together with a few folk and see what I hope to be my favorite Bond portrail yet. 7 pm at the new Bloomingdales theater, aka the Century, I believe.
There is just a handfull of us. But any and all are welcome to join.
As long as there is enough action and excitement to wipe away the collected hate and resentment of today.
Man, it's a jungle out there today. Crazy stupid. Like, day after Thanksgiving Sale stupid. I refuse to come downtown on the actual day after TG, that is certain.
I had a very nice lunch with Darin R., Diana
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ultraminx, Matt N.
theaggregator, and Mikey
sfmusiconline, and dear Kit
omegashade was serving, at Shanghai 1930. It was very nice. I so rarely get together with friends for lunch or even dinner.
Then I went to go to class. We students were surprised to find after milling about for 15 minutes that class was cancelled. Apparently all afternoon classes were cancelled as the building was closing for the holiday. Apparently the teacher knew this as she didn't show, but had failed to inform the class. Say-lah-vee.
Then I spent a few hours dealing with the stupid of downtown tring to get things done but not wander to far from the movie destination. I am ready to throw myself under a bus just to rid my self of the pain pushing underneath my right scapula.
And the Kit appears to be lost. He was schedualed off at 4. I have been trying to reach him since my clas got cancelled. No go. Now he is not at our schedualled rendevous. (Damn, trying to get this phone to let me spell things the way I wanna). And I am typing this to occupy myself into my little blackberry.
It has been a day of near misses and little frustrations and it is heating on my last, pained nerve.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
